This is a song about "This fan"

I'm bulletproof, fan base crazy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Let's fuckin' picture it, shit's about to blast the fan

Hang him from a ceiling fan while its spinning

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

I dont care if your not a fan

Fucking die, you just couldn't be a man now your my least favorite fan,

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Don't see that shit bout you, you got one fan

My sim card's the bomb

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Stop hatin i know you a fan

Big shit popping, i'm the man